Sleeping, I dreamed about you,
Four mirrors are formed,
The first is that I want to look at you,
The second is that I dream of holding you,
The third is that I hope to love you,
And the fourth the only person to fall in love with,
And is that my hands feel so cold when looking for you,
And it is that my memory was so much remembering you,
If we can share our story,
To see a world in a grain of water,
And a heaven in a wild flower.
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Poetry Collection
PoetryThe collection of poems is a compilation book of all my poems that are usually linked to topics such as pain, anxiety, love, loneliness, melancholy, despair and many more that you will discover by reading. Besides it contains my most tormented adole...
